From the innards of my heart, did I sing that day. br With such intent attention, had you heard what I did say. br br If I am to sing again now, grant me an audience, br lend me an ear, that prize, I covet the most. br Won’t a song bird still sing, whether or not an award it might bring? br br Now, that I want to be heard, is not why I sing br Inevitably mine is my fate, endlessly to sing. br I know thus, that the generous will hear me, always br Fervently, I shall sing forever, as ever before… br br So, shut their ears if someone should, br Not in the least bit worry, I would!br br G. S.